Thursday, December 2, 2010

Winter Afternoons


There's a certain Slant of light -
Winter Afternoons -
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes -





























Heavenly Hurt, it gives us -
We can find no scar,
But internal difference,
Where the Meanings, are -

None may teach it - Any -
'Tis the Seal Despair
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the Air -

When it comes, the Landscape listens,
Shadows - hold their breath -
When it goes, 'tis like the Distance
On the look of Death -

Emily Dickinson

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